Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Unwound,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Q65,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.